Springtime weekend. Masters class. Tiger, Sergio, Phil navigating azaleas and pine straw. A fourteen-year old phenom from China. Lindsey Vonn wearing a Megan hat. Speaking of whom, Matt Creamer’s MadMen premiere recap is here. Agree, death is the theme, but not enough emphasis on the juxtaposition of Vietnam doom and gloom against tacky Hawaiian tourist escape. More ad biz, less location shots. And, am I the only person who missed the Sylvia Rosen tryst?
Check out this great Brooklyn via Northampton folk-rock band. The Sun Parade. A musical Girls-esque video. Great strings, production. Beautiful young talent.
The return of Don. He’s still with Megan. I want my story. The one where Don does Megan’s betrayed friend. Weiner & Co. are still on vacation in Hawaii. What did that have to do with anything? It’s as if last season didn’t happen. No transitions. Fast-forward to somewhere boring. A disjointed, erratic script.
Megan as soap actress, wanting more scenes with Victor. Must be Y&R. Joan looked like a bloated clown in her purple outfit. The long sideburns on the men were revolting, if authentic of the day. Peggy has become silly strident. Betty has morphed into her mother-in-law, capped by the black hair. What was with the St. Mark’s Place sojourn and Sandy? Random. Not cleverly so. Don has disappeared into himself. Hope they wake up from their sunburns and next week is better.
No offense, MadMen. It was 2 hours of ads and very little show.
Mon blog. Mes pensées.
AdMen. Congrats to SuperStar SuperVisor, mAdBen. Promoted again.
Keeping the faith and good thoughts for super friend.
Travel trekking to Vermont this weekend.
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Boies & Olson. On the same Supreme side. Gay marriage. No matter if they punt the legal decision this year, it’s already settled for society’s next generation. Not even close. Affirmative action. If equality for all races and gender, tipped, too.
Supreme Tiger. Back on top. So to speak. Does winning take care of everything? MadMen5 marathon rewind as we ready for MadMen6 in just a week. Anderson Cooper to replace icky Matt Lauer? Hmmm. What about Willie?
Tiger way ahead at TorreyPines. If he can sustain it. Chris Brown assaulting someone. ProBowl unwatched. Silly. SAG Awards, ditto. Another TV father gets blamed. Poor Lord Grantham suffers the wrath of his family for making a caring decision about his daughter’s childbirth doc. Depressing. Mika is annoying.
Season 1 Homeland riveting, well written, brutally acted. MadMen still better, but it doesn’t even start until April. Hard to stay enthused. Sightings… mAdBen and KGB Agent, Keri Russell at the Russian Tea Room Saturday Night. Premier party for new FX series set in the Cold War. The Americans, starts Wednesday.
First football, of course. Denver, New England, Atlanta, SanFran. Final Four. What say you? Eddie DeBartolo and Michael Strahan Hall of Fame finalists. Yay.
Golden Globes should be fun. Tina & Amy show. Tipsy speeches. Much looser than the Oscars. I’ve only seen Arbitrage, so what do I know on the movie front? Richard Gere was okay. Argo and Affleck, as well as Bigelow are at least on this list. MadMen5, a glaring slight. Hendricks was amazing. Only Hamm was tapped. Homeland and Downton are deserving, but ZooBeeZoo season was better.
Keep all your balls in the air. Bon weekend.
Birth of RecipeDetours blog & biz.
Christina Hendricks’s tour de force performance as Joan on MadMen.
SNL funny again. Daily Show’s continued wit and insight.
Grandma’s 80th Golf Open. Friends becoming grandma’s.
Ryder Cup Euro come-back for Ballesteros. Rise of Rory.
Giants SuperBowl prediction. Strahan.
Obama re-election. Axelrod, Messina, Plouffe, Michelle. *
NYC frequently. Madison Park, ABC Kitchen, Gramercy Tavern.
Next generation’s successful year. mAdBen, cuzins, friends’ kids.
Side Trekking with the talented blogisphotog, Dr.Husband.
Still time to add more. No need. Already a very good year.
Thanks to all loyal and new SideTrek followers.
*David Corn, Mother Jones - broke 47% video
Post-election winter wasteland looms large. Hawaii. Wherever. Just hurry back!
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Dreams of my father. Mad times in Manhattan 1960′s. Train from Springfield, dining car with formal tablecloths, waiters, silver, china. First plane ride on a PamAm prop to Idlewild from Bradley. Lunch at TootsShor watching an already drunk Jack Lescoulie at the bar during a day of buying men’s clothing at the Sperry Rand building at 1290 Avenue of the Americas. Jack was Dave Garroway’s sidekick on the Today show.
Sardi’s for dinner, then Jilly’s singing around the piano bar with Nancy Wilson into the wee hours. Memories of trips to New York with my Dad. Priceless.
Copa Cabana to see Sammy Davis, Jerry Vale, lots of other Italian singers named Frankie or Johnny or Tony. The bocce court at Il Vagabondo. Cousin Joey DiVito and his wife Tootsie (really) took care of me. P.J. Clarke’s, Elaine’s. Those were the days.
Daddy Joe always acted as if he were in his dining room at home. They responded in kind. No wonder restaurants have always been the center of my life.
Happy Birthday, Dad. 8/30/30
Jon Hamm always said the show was centered around Peggy and not Don. Makes sense to me. Hurry up, TV sucks without you and Downton.
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